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Next to me, Winter trembled. โI hate this so much,โ she whispered, forcing her eyes onto the crowds, away from the sight of the animals in the pit.
My spine prickled.
Then, the whistle blew.
A large hand clamped over my mouth.
And chaos reigned again.
THIRTY-TWO
โEvening.โ Cassius strode up to the guy at the entrance without a care in the world, all confident, careless swagger. Falling in line with him, I let him do the talking.
โFifty pounds entry fee,โ the guy said in a bored voice, holding out his hand. Cassius peeled off a few of the notes Caiden had given him, and the guy shone his torch over them before nodding and stepping aside. โHave a good evening, gentlemen.โ
Then, we were inside.
Cassius spoke out of the side of his mouth, keeping his voice low. โCade and Z can do the sneaky shit. Weโll hide in plain sight. Keep your hood up. Both of us could be recognised if any of the Alstone lot are here. If anyone does recognise us, we know what to do.โ
I gave him a brief nod. We melted into the crowd, outwardly casual, but I knew both of us were on high alert. Cass indicated to a free space close to the fence, and we made our way through the press of bodies.
The whistle sounded to mark the beginning of the fight. Instead of focusing on the two dogs, I scanned the faces of the people across from me. Almost all were men, some in suits despite our shady wasteland location, and others dressed more casually, as I was, in jeans and hoodies. Tugging my hood further over my head, I stared, unseeing, down into the pit, perfecting the look I used to give my English teacher when he started quoting Shakespeare at the class. Seeing, but unseeing, my head a million miles away.
โThis is kind of sickening.โ Cassiusโ voice was so quiet that I wouldโve missed it, if he hadnโt pressed his mouth right up to my ear, all wet and warm.
โYou know whatโs sickening?โ I returned the favour, turning my head to him. โYou practically kissing my ear.โ
โYou fucking wish.โ And just because he was Cassius, he stuck his tongue out and licked my earlobe.
โMate! What the fuck?โ I spun around to stare at him. โSeriously?โ
His shoulders shook as he tried to suppress his laughter. โYou should see your face right now.โ
โCass,โ I warned, my voice low, and he glanced up, realising weโd attracted the attention of at least two other guys in our immediate vicinity.
His gaze snapped to the dogs, his humour immediately dying away. โBite the bastard,โ he muttered, loud enough for the guy next to him to hear and voice his approval for that statement. I breathed out in reliefโhis questionable sense of humour wouldnโt go unnoticed here. We watched in silence for a while, or gave the impression of watching, at least. The fight was over quickly, though, so we had a reprieve.
โWho the fuck is that?โ We both turned to stare at the man whoโd climbed on top of a podium to address the crowd.
Not really a podium, but a large metal crate. Whatever, it put him on a level above the rest of us. Dressed in a black-on-black suit, with a long black hooded coat that almost looked like a cloak, he appeared intimidating and almost inhuman. The hood obscured most of his face, but when he turned slightly, I caught a glimpse of grey swept-back hair underneath.
Martin Smith.
Yes.
Digging my phone from my pocket, I shielded it between my palms and hit the camera button, pointing it directly at him. Would this be enough evidence for my dad? Probably not, but I continued to take photos before I switched to the video function.
I nudged Cassius to draw his attention to where Martin Smith was standing, and he gave a subtle indication of his head to let me know heโd seen him, too.
Another hooded guy across the pit caught my eye, weaving in and out of the crowds with practised ease, and I watched money exchanging hands from the people crowding around the pit barrier.
From his position on the podium, Smith tilted his head in the direction of the guy and received a subtle nod in response.
Who were they to each other?
Was this the Thom that had been mentioned in the message from Martin Smithโs phone?
I had no answers, and for now, all I could do was bide my time and hope that we stumbled across something useful.
โWest!โ Cassius spoke urgently in my ear, and now there was no humour in his voice. My eyes flew to his, and he mouthed the words, We need to leave, now.
Nodding, I stepped backwards, glad that the spectators behind me were more interested in getting a good view than why I was moving in the opposite direction to the fight. Cassius followed in my wake, affecting his casual, confident persona, and I attempted to do the same even though my heart was in my fucking throat. I didnโt even know what heโd seen, all I knew was the urgency in his tone that meant we had to get out of there right now.
We broke out of the crowd, and I paused for a second to get my bearings. Cassius didnโt let me stop, gripping my elbow and moving in the direction of the exit.
The security guy barely spared us a glance, too busy looking at his phone. To be fair, he was probably more interested in who was coming in than who was going out.
When
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